just a little food for thought since everything is intentional with these boys. I think the use of “loose” in the lyrics is referring to not wanting to let go of this time, let it pass but keep the memory with us?
It's been awhile since I've thought about this, but I'm back with another Jake having a southern SO thought.
I feel like he'd get very into 90's country music, especially because you've grown up with it and it's the main genre you listen to when cleaning or doing mundane tasks. One evening you come home late from work and he's in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you, and you can hear Reba McEntire's "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" floating through the house. As it builds to the chorus, you're by the front door taking your shoes off and putting your bag on the hook by the door and suddenly he starts belting out the chorus like a southern mom.
I'm so glad we've brought this back because I am obsessed with Southern reader. The way he would be belting the words, "THATS THE NIGHT THAT THEY HUNG AN INNOCENT MAN! *air guitar break* WELL DONT TRUST YOUR SOUL TO NO BACKWOODS SOUTHERN LAWYER, CAUSE THE JUDGE IN THE TOWNS GOT BLOODSTAINS ON HIS HANDS!" all while singing into a tomato sauce covered wooden spoon, turning to grab the parmesan when he meets your eye line. Both of you freeze before laughing at what the other had just seen.
"Big into Reba now, huh?" You ask before walking into the kitchen. "Listen, she's got a very powerful voice-" "Put on Fancy."
"It's already on the queue." He says sheepishly with that sweet Jakey smile.
TW: drinking, cheating, slight dom vibe, unprotected sex
I have a lot of ideas for this series so I hope you guys like it!
summary: you go to a concert that turns into a night with you will never forget
You were nervous, you’ve never done anything like this before. It’s not a normal occurrence your favorite band would be playing in your city, so after considering your options of company you ultimately decided to go alone. You convince yourself it will be freeing, and a big step for you to do something like this alone. You were going to make Greta Van Fleet’s arena your bitch tonight.
You finish putting on your outfit, which consists of tight black jeans, a cropped low-cut lace black tank top, and a tattered cream linen button up opened with the ends shredded and sleeves rolled up. You put on your assortment of necklaces and golden hoop earrings. Finishing the look with your pit vipers with the word “JOSH” bedazzled across them in red gemstones.
The makeup you put on for this wasn’t your usual but this was your night to be creative, creating thick lines of black eyeliner and a dark red lipstick. After seeing pictures from their last show, you noticed all of them upping their make up game so you threw on some gold tears as well.
You throw on your ankle boots and grab your keys. Let’s do this.
You get to the venue and the nerves are trying to get the best of you, so you veer to the bathroom for some deep breaths alone in a stall. When you exit, another girl is there with black hair and two blue streaks in the front. She smiles and tells you she loves your Jake outfit. You smile and thank her and laugh as you walk out, not realizing you had done it so obviously. You knew Jake had a girlfriend, they all did actually. Except Josh, and that’s what initially drew you to him as your favorite. At least in your delusions, you could hypothetically stand a chance. You would never admit it, but Jake always seemed to catch your eye but part of you felt guilty…?
You make your way onto the floor and see it’s not as packed as you expected, but the front is definitely full. Making your way over you notice the girl from the bathroom at the barricade, and she waves at you. This was your way in, and you couldn’t thank this kind stranger enough. You scoot through the crowd playing up your friendship with this girl so maybe less people will silently hate you for pushing your way up.
After some small talk with your new acquaintance the arena goes quiet, and then we hear Reason’s For Waiting start echoing around. Suddenly all the nerves in your body have flew out through you into the atmosphere, this is the night you’ve been dreaming of and it’s happening.
Before you know it you hear Josh’s monologue start, and the lights are glowing behind the curtain, suddenly you see their shadows one by one entering the stage and a giant smile spreads across your face.
Then, the curtain dropped.
You were so close the stage lights made you feel like you were glowing, and you watch as the first song played trying to let your eyes adjust. The bass is moving through your chest and you’re screaming the lyrics song after song.
About halfway through you had fully acclimated to your surroundings. Josh is to your left slightly, you were standing on barricade between the middle and Jake’s side. When you decided to move on to take in the next of them, you look at Jake and you swear he was looking back. Deciding you were just wrapped up in the moment, your eyes dance back over to Josh and Danny and keep singing. After another two songs they start playing The Barbarians and the intro guitar solo is coming up, you pan over to Jake and he’s as close as he can get to the edge of the stage. You instinctively lean as far as you can to stare at this man perform magic in front of you. His guitar wails the first note, and he looks up right at you and you swear there’s a smirk on his face. Suddenly your entire body is on fire, the blush consuming your entire face seems to please him because he winks when Josh starts singing and slowly backs up back onto the stage.
You look around sure other people had to of seen what just happened, nobody is phased and you wonder if you’re letting the delusions win again per usual. As if he can read your thoughts, he reappears at the edge of the stage leaning down for the solo at the end of the song and he’s going even harder almost like he doesn’t want you to look away again.
The song comes to an end, with Jake cracking his hand down onto the guitar with a slap, and an apparently necessary glance at you. Your mind is spinning, the gaslighting you are doing to yourself right now is clinical because you know this can’t be real. You know Jake publicly has a long term girlfriend, and nobody else seems to have noticed so why does it feel like he’s making the guitar whine for you and only you right now?
The lights go down after the last song, and they all jog off stage before the encore. You take the few minutes of intermission to collect yourself and ground yourself back to reality, no more delusions. Continuing your chat with the girl next to you, no mention of Jake’s actions were mentioned so you are able to calm down a bit more laughing at yourself. Shots of fireball are being passed around barricade and you gratefully take one.
The crowd roars and you turn around to see the band taking the stage again in the dark. You smile over at your new friend in excitement. Waiting for the lights, security comes out to front the barricade and you see them holding set lists. You know that usually they have security pass these out to avoid any fights breaking out in the front, and you feel excited knowing you’re finally close enough at a show to possibly get one. A tall muscular security member walks over directly in front of you and suddenly you feel bodies pressing on you from all directions, the man reaches to pull your arm far out passed the barricade to ensure the set list goes into your hand specifically.
You smile at his kindness, and wonder what made him choose you but thank him regardless and hold it close to your chest scared of opening it surrounded by everyone. You tuck it into your bra, and grab back onto the rails waiting for lights to blast on.
The lights come on, and they’ve all assumed their positions again with grins. It warms your heart to see your favorite people enjoying their show so much, knowing this arena is filled with people cheering them on. You look to Josh as he’s talking into the microphone and you remember your sunglasses.
Taking them off you start swinging them around out past the rails hoping by some miracle he takes them for the encore. He sees you and shoots you a smile, but continues talking. The next thing you know, the same security guard is taking them from you to hand up and it feels like the floor is going to cave in below you or maybe you’ll float to the ceiling.
But then, you watch the glasses go up to Jake. He thanks the security guard, and looks at you then reads the glasses and rolls his eyes. He looks at you shakes his head and puts them on with a mischievous grin. You look up at him and feel heat flooding your cheeks. Then the song starts, and he’s gone again.
You are feeling a whirlwind of thoughts consume you, irrational, rational, it feels like your mind can’t keep up with the emotions coursing through your body right now. After this last interaction, it’s as if Jake is the only one on this stage. You can’t look away and he seems to know because he doesn’t give you anymore attention the rest of the night almost like he’s playing some game you don’t know about.
You stare on longing for one more glance, and finally you get it. Seconds before the lights cut again and they leave for good, he looks dead at you and gives you a big grin showing his teeth and his eyes were piercing into yours in a way that had you feeling like that fireball shot was actually 5.
Lights cut off, they leave and everyone starts shuffling away. Still stunned and shocked you stand there in a daze for apparently too long because security starts shooing people off the rails and you snap back into reality. Looking around it’s apparent your new friend was here with a group because everyone is gone, and you’re just slowly exiting trying to process what all just happened.
You get back to your car and start loading your bag into the back, and pull out a hoodie to throw on over your revealing top because it’s late now and the temperature has dropped. Sitting down, you crank the car and reach into your shirt and pull out your set list finally safe to look at. Smiling, you open it up and your jaw drops.
There’s a guitar pick taped int the middle of it with Jake’s name on it, and when you go to remove it, you see in small sneaky handwriting there’s a phone number underneath it. There’s no way this is….? Thinking you’re being pranked you grab your cell phone before taking off on the drive, and type in the number to text.
“Whoever this is, this isn’t funny. I don’t know what you think you saw but I don’t appreciate the mocking.”
There’s no immediate response so you close the screen, and throw it in the passenger seat starting your drive home.
You arrive home, and start your way upstairs to your apartment when you feel a buzzing in your pocket.
“If part of you didn’t think it might be me, then why’d you text this number hm?”
Suddenly you forget how to breathe, you almost drop your phone. This isn’t happening, this isn’t…..nope. No way. Not possible
“Prove it.”
You hurry up the stairs and before you even reach the top your phone buzzes again, twice.
“I’m going to try to not let this hurt my feelings, by the way.”
A picture of the JOSH sunglasses sitting on an unfamiliar table follows.
You feel goosebumps start all over your body, and a blush spreading across your cheeks. What….what do you even say? How is this…another buzz comes through.
“I trust you to not share this number with anyone, and in return maybe we can meet up for a little after party of our own?”
A gigantic smile takes over you and as you look down at your phone. You’re not crazy…all of those things really DID happen. He was just so smooth nobody else seemed to catch any of it.
You type back,
“Well…okay. Just tell me when and where. P.S.- Jealous about the glasses still?”
You walk into your apartment and sit your things down plopping onto the couch staring at the conversation waiting for the next message to come through in disbelief.
“Send me your address, and I will come bearing alcohol & gifts. P.S. Yes, very.”
Your better judgment says not to do this, but who else could have taken a picture like that of the glasses you know you made…this is actually happening and that reality is sinking in now.
You send him your address and say nothing else. Looking around your apartment you panic thinking about Jake Fucking Kiszka being in here. The blow off the nervous energy you start rearranging things, cleaning surfaces, lighting candles. You put on your favorite playlist at the moment, making sure it’s not one with any Greta Van Fleet so you don’t look corny as hell. It’s all coming together the best it will, when you hear three tiny knocks at your door.
You almost yelp in surprise and jump up, cautiously moving to the door. Looking out the peep hole you see a smug Jake Kiszka staring right into it. Holy. Fucking. Shit. His linen pants and black tee shirt are fit against his body perfectly, he has his hair pulled back and those god forsaken sunglasses.
Your hand is shaking and you unlock the door and crack it open and stare with your jaw open. He chuckles and slides his hand in the small opening you’ve allowed then says “So can I come in? Or are you trying to get me caught already?” he gestures to the openness of your parking lot with cars pulling in and out. You stare at his deep warm brown eyes for a moment getting lost.
You snap into reality and open the door all the way and just mumble “yeah sorry..um”. He walks in and sets the liquor he brought on your coffee table and then you see him take a deep breath before turning around to face you.
He stands a little awkwardly but still confident in your living room.
“So are you going to tell me your name now? Or just stand there with your mouth open because I can work with that too…up to you” He winks at you. It takes your brain a moment to catch up to the flirty joke.
“Oh um, yeah I’m y/n. Hi.” You try to keep your jaw attached to your face and act normal, softly laughing.
“I know you’re probably confused as fuck right now why Jake Kiszka is standing in your apartment right?” you nod in response to his statement. He looks at you for a moment, seeming hesitant then you see the hesitation fade in his eyes.
He smirks, “Well the bad news is I don’t have an explanation for you. Besides the fact I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night tonight. You really truly almost made me mess up a few of my solos, so thanks for that.” He rolls his eyes at you with a smile, almost seeming like he’s the nervous one now.
You start stuttering, “I thought……you have…..don’t you……you are..with..”
He cuts you off, pressing his finger to your mouth and moving in closer to you. He gets so close, you can smell him now and it makes you blush, it’s a mix of rum and a warm vanilla with sweat. He takes off his sunglasses finally, I mean it’s almost midnight for christ sakes anyway.
“I know you don’t owe me anything y/n, but please don’t make me think about it. About her. I need this, if you’ll allow me to have it…” He trails off and stares at you with warm amber colored eyes, and you can see there’s something in there you can’t place. Maybe it’s a hint of vulnerability. Whatever it is, it makes you let your guard down and smile at him.
“Okay so, I won’t ask too many questions I guess. What are we drinking?” You head to the kitchen to grab some glasses. On the way there your mind is spinning.
You hear a sigh of relief come from the living room and a quiet “I brought options since I don’t know you really…yet anyway” you sense the smile in his voice at the last two words.
You walk out with two glasses analyzing the options and your eyes widen at the vodka. “Oh great, my favorite. I actually don’t even like fireball you know…” You say with a smirk.
This gets a laugh out of him and the mood is lifted instantly, his laugh makes your heart flutter in your chest. His shoulders relax a bit and he gives you a soft smile. He pours you both your drinks and you go to sit on the couch, while he makes himself at home going through your vinyl collection. His hand stops on The Battle at Garden’s Gate, and he looks over at you with the dumbest grin and you roll your eyes.
Chuckling he makes his way over to you, and sits down beside you on the couch resting a hand on your thigh.
“Listen, y/n I know that you know…I have my girlfriend. But things just…..” he trails off “Things aren’t great…for me..right now…for us…and I just felt something watching you tonight I haven’t felt in awhile. I needed to see you to see if….you’d want to help me out with these…feelings..to see if you think I’m crazy or if you felt it too maybe.” He looks into your eyes hoping you understand his scattered thoughts, and you do.
You nod, and without much thought just vodka confidence you lean in to him and whisper in his ear “I’ll help you with any kind of feelings you need me to Jake”.
He visibly shivers at your breath going down his neck, and something in his eyes darkens. “Tell me at any point if you want me to stop or leave or anything and I will, okay?”
“Okay” you smile, knowing that’s the last thing that’s going to happen.
“Okay” he repeats biting his lip staring at yours. He leans in and presses his lips to yours and you can feel him melt against you.
You move your hand up his neck and reach back to the hair tie in his hair pulling it out letting his hair go. He smiles against the kiss when you do this, your new found confidence clearly impressing him.
With his hair down now, you run your hands up into it and give it a gentle tug wondering if he’ll notice. A small groan from his throat is his response, and he pushes his tongue against your lips begging to be let in. You lick his lips back, and soon your tongues are dancing in and out of each other’s mouths with heavy breaths.
You pull away, and look at him taking in his beautiful hair and beautiful face for a second and he raises and eyebrow at you. “I was going to see if you want to go to my bedroom?” you ask trying to hide your blushing.
“Oh, y/n that’s exactly why I came here darling” he grins at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. He stands up and reaches out for your hand in a dramatic Jake-esque instagram picture way that makes you roll your eyes into the back of your skull. You grab his hand and he starts laughing.
“Lead the way princess” he whispers.
You led him down the hallway to your bedroom and before you’ve even fully walked into the room your being pressed against the wall and he’s kissing you like his life depends on it. The darkness in his eyes is on full blast when you look at him, and his lips twitch up in the corner before diving into your neck covering it in kisses and bites.
Without realizing it you’re letting out whimpers with each bite, and it’s driving him insane. He growls when he says “Fuck you sound so pretty, darling” and that sends a full body shiver through you.
He lifts you off the wall onto his waist and carries you over to the bed laying you down carefully. He’s looking down at you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and you’re the only meal in sight. Slowly, he leans down over you and places another deep kiss on your lips.
He moves down beside your ear, and whispers “After tonight, you’re not going to be able to look at any of my brothers ever again, not the way you’ll look at me.”
A moan escapes out past your lips and it surprises you, sending a blush down your body. He smiles like a predator showing its teeth to its prey.
His hands are everywhere, he’s touching over your body frantically small groans coming from his chest the whole time, “God I needed this, you have no idea y/n”
You run a hand through his hair while he’s working his hand up your shirt, and you whisper “You can use me to meet your needs anytime, sir” and then the most heavenly reverberating moan comes from his mouth.
He starts undressing you as quickly as his hands let him, heavily breathing out “beautiful” and “unbelievable” and other praises the whole time. Once you’re fully naked, exposed to him, he stands up to undress himself and just stares at you with eyes full of wonder and lust. Once he’s completely naked you gasp, involuntarily, at just how truly beautiful this man is. He looks up through his hair smiling, before climbing back over you.
With him on top of you, you can feel his heartbeat racing and his pupils are blown wide open. You see how much he needs this so you ask, “Could you lay down for a second and I can take care of you a little bit..if you’d like that?”
His eyes flutter for a moment and a smirk grows on his face as he lays down on his back he says “I would fucking love that, you have no idea. God you’re perfect.”
You move to hover over him straddling his lap, every movement you make gaining grunts and moans from him. You start kissing his neck making sure to take your time so he can enjoy this as much as you can tell he needs to.
You lick from his neck down to his chest and then finally to his stomach. God is it perfect, so soft and so completely Jake. You couldn’t have dreamed you’d ever be seeing it with your own two eyes this way. You place kisses all over his stomach, making your way to his hips placing gentle bites at both of them. He bites his lips and you swear you hear a little whimper come out.
You waste no more time, and lick down his entire length stunned at the size. You swirl your tongue around his head, and his hips start moving up begging for more.
You take all of him into your mouth, moaning onto him. His hand travels down and grabs a handful of your hair.
Pulling the fistful of hair tighter he says, “That’s it baby, good girl.”
His praise encourages you and you sink down feeling him fill the back of your throat. The moan that comes out of him in reaction is heavenly. You want to hear it over and over.
He starts thrusting his hips up into you, taking control but you can tell he’s still holding back trying to be gentle with you.
The grip in your hair gets tighter and the sting sends a shiver through you. God he looks so perfect right now. His eyes closed, biting his lip moaning sweet praises.
Suddenly he’s slips himself out of your mouth, and he’s positioned you on your hands and knees.
“I’m hoping you will see me again soon, and I want to really take my time with you over and over.” He leans down into your ear and whispers, “but I need you right fucking now, so will you be a good girl for me and let me fuck you?”
Hearing him talk to you that way makes you start aching and throbbing for him. “Please Jake, yes.”
He grabs your hair again, and you feel him teasing you with his head spreading your wetness all over himself. “Please, what?” He growls out.
“Yes, sir. Please. I need it.”
That sends him plunging into you hard, and his hands grip onto your hips with force. His pace is brutal in the best imaginable way and your vision starts blurring from the pleasure building up in you already.
Without missing a stroke he sends his hand flying down to smack your ass, the sting makes you whimper and then another wave of pleasure crashes down.
He’s already losing the battle he’s putting up to last longer and he is wincing fighting back the release coming. “F-fuck baby, I think I’m close already. God.”
You feel it building in you as well, a tightness creeping through all your muscles “Let go sir, for me?” And next thing you know he’s going even harder, sending himself crashing over the edge of his orgasm into you. Your own following right behind him, you scream out his name at the force of his last stroke.
After a riding through it together, he collapses onto your back and pulls you close. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, and just whispers “Thank you y/n, thank you…”
Once you both catch your breath and lay there for a few minutes kissing and still touching you hear something on the floor buzzing.
His eyes grow wide and he jumps up to grab his phone.
“Fuck!” He starts pacing and getting dressed in the process. He looks at you with regretful eyes, as he answers the phone.
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
Silence, while you hear a woman on the other end. His eyes never leave yours and you know he’s not hearing a word she’s saying.
“Hey, sweetie can I call you when I get back on the bus? It’s hard to hear right now I’m out with the boys.”
After a few moments, he hangs up and silently finishes getting dressed then helping you do the same.
“I’m so sorry y/n, you don’t deserve that right after….after that. It was so amazing, and I’m just sorry that happened.”
Unknown to him, it didn’t seem to phase you for some reason. Did part of you…even like it? Being his secret?…you notice him staring at you waiting for a response so you just shake your head.
“It’s fine Jake…i uh, I get it.”
His eyes are soft as he grabs your chin placing another kiss on your lips. “If I text you, will you still answer? I need to see you again.” His eyes are big, almost begging.
You smile at him and reply, “Just let me know when and where Jakey, I’ll be there for you.”
After some probably inappropriate jokes and flirty remarks he walks to your front door holding your hand. He turns before opening it, and it looks like he has more to say but he doesn’t. He just places a hand on the side of your head gently and kisses your forehead.
He turns, and walks out your door. And you’re left stunned, trying to grasp what the fuck kind of night you just had. You should feel guilty, or maybe sad after that phone call….but all you can do is smile and wonder when he will text you again.
You start to drift off to sleep, and you see your phone light up with one notification. A single text from Jake that just reads,
“Thank you”
You smile and let the exhaustion take you, and drift off reliving your night in your head.
“Gonna fill you up with my cum, gonna make it drip out of you so I can fuck it back in.”
“Fuck you’re gonna be so beautiful pregnant, can’t wait to see you.”
“You want me to cum inside? You want me to knock you up darlin’? Tell me how bad you wanna carry my child.”
The way he would absolutely rut into you to make sure he’s so deep inside when he comes, fucking you into the bed, couch, floor whatever he takes you on bc he can’t wait anymore.
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